It's been about two weeks since I found out Freddie's band. We haven't talked much, except for the usual banter. I'm having a hard time trying to look at him like I did before, now I see a ten-times hotter and cooler Freddie. I look at the T.V. in front of the couch, Dylan and Carly being lovey-dovey, now I know how Carly and Freddie felt when I was with Jonah. I shivered at the memory of when I was with Jonah. Dylan doesn't seem like the kind of guy who would hate a person for no real reason. I hear Carly giggle for the millionth time over the past hour. I wish, more than ever, for Freddie to be sitting next to me, disgusted with me. Uh...Not that I miss him or anything...I just find it weird that Benson hasn't come over yet. I blink once twice, then a loud, rocker music shakes me up. It's coming from the Benson's apartment. I look to look at Carly, who seems surprised at the sound coming from across the hall. She gets up from her seat, I follow her across the hall. She knocks on the door, more like pounding. The door opens, with Chad standing there, he was red skinny jeans with his usual converse, but he doesn't have a shirt on, his hair slightly damp.
"What?" He said. It looks like Carly's frozen with shock.
"What's with the music? Some people are gonna complain." I asked, moving to stand in front of Carly.
"Yo! Turn it down!" Chad yells into the apartment. The music goes down
"Happy?" He glares.
"Ecstatic. Crazy letting her little Freddie-Weddie boy hang out with gay dudes like you?" I smirked. He raises his eyebrow, he chuckles dryly, he leaves with the door open. I look at Carly, she shrugs. I turn back to the open door, and see Freddie standing there, with a button up shirt, undone, no shirt under, bare chest. Freddie has been keeping more secrets than I thought. He had what almost looked like Kort had, except less...
"Uhh...w-why?" I ask meekly.
"Why what?" He asked.
"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Carly asked, I just looked down at the ground.
"Oh... well, we were comparing abs..." The next song came on... No Sleep 'Till Brooklyn by The Beastie Boys.
"Seriously?" My head snapped up.
"Nope." Aiden came up, his shirt also not on, he hung onto Freddie's shoulders, "We're having a gay make-out party."
"He's kidding." Freddie said, a seriousness in his voice.
"I am." His long hair, spreading on Freddie's shoulders.
"I'm not believing you guys. Why do you guys not have your shirts on!" Carly said.
"I have a shirt on." Freddie said,
"Button it up then!" Carly said, very motherly Carly. I thought. He didn't listen though, he just rolled his eyes, it looked like he was slam the door in our faces.
"I'm bored." Aiden said
"And I'm supposed to do something about it?" Freddie said, looking down at him.
"Duh!" Aiden sighed, let go of Freddie's shoulders, gave a peck in the cheek before disappearing into Freddie's apartment. Freddie looked over to him completely freaked out, till he came over heard a sharp 'Ow!' a crash, then footsteps back to the door.
"What's up?" Freddie said, he was panting slightly.
"Uh..." Was the only thing that came out of my mouth. Freddie was buttoning up his shirt, covering his bare chest.
"We were gonna go to the movies wanna come?" Carly asked.
"Sure. Is Dylan coming?" Freddie asked.
"Yeah." Carly said.
"Meet you there?" I asked.
"Sure! See ya!" Carly said, before bouncing back into her apartment.
"Let me grab my beanie, and keys, then we'll head out." Freddie smiled, I nodded.
After the movie, we decided to go to the mall. We got separated from Carly and Dylan. After we ate curly fries and ice cream, we walked around the mall.
"So, anything else your holding against me?" We were currently in Hot Topic, I was looking through the albums that they had.
"No. Nothing important." He said.
"Hmm...alright." I said, skeptically.
"Anything you like?" He asked.
"Yeah. That shirt." He looked up to see the shirt I liked, it said 'God Save The Teenagers of America' in white printing, and a green color.
"Cool." He said, before walking over to the stack of shirts, grabbing a one he came back to me. "Turn around." I raised my eyebrow at him. "Just do it."
"Alright, but if you take advantage..." I say, I heard him let out a small laugh. Then, I felt something cool hit my shoulders.
"Perfect. For someone who eats a lot, your a freaky extra-small." I turned back around to face him, I glared, but then saw him walk towards the cash register, and paid for the shirt. He walked back with a black bag with white stencil kind of print that said 'Hot Topic'. He held out the bag for me. "Uh...Happy...Random Give Something to your Blond friend." He smiled.
"Thanks...Wait, did you give something to your other blond friend?" I asked, he smiled.
"Did I mention natural? He's a bottle blond." He said.
"Okay.." I said, "Doesn't matter, mama got her shirt." We walked around some more before sitting on the bench in front of a small wishing fountain that was in the middle of the food court. We talked about so many things, Carly and Dylan's relationship (kinda creepy, but not at all when we were talking about it), the really annoying girls that were so peppy at our school, music, his band and his friends.
"You know what? I haven't heard any of your secrets." Freddiffer said, I looked at him. His brown locks neatly combed, over his forehead, peaking out of his purple beanie, along with his purple with black plaid style with his dark skinny jeans.
"Secrets? Me?" I say, sounding shocked that he mentioned such a thing.
"Oh come on Sam, you have to have some kind of secrets behind Carly's back." Freddork nudged me. I sighed.
"I'm jealous of her." I whispered. He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Why?" He asked. I'm surprised he even heard me.
"Well, I mean she has everything, pretty, smart, girly, guys want her, but she's friends with me and I'm opposite in fact I'm kind of disgusting." I hang my head, I feel my Freddie's gaze burning on me.
"Don't say that." He said, with a seriousness tone in his voice which was deep.
"Say what?" I asked, I looked at him, oh...Freddork seems pissed.
"Don't say your disgusting, because your not. If anyone has the guts to call you disgusting Chad, Matt, and I will beat them up." I laughed.
"I guess that helps a lot. Your a good co-worker." I joked. Freddie laughed, rested his head back.
"Sam! Freddie! Their you are!" Carly speed walked over to us, "Come on, we're gonna go hang out back the loft." She chuckles at the last word. For some strange reason, Carly laughs every time she call her apartment a loft. Weirdo of a best friend I have...
We came back to Carly's place, seeing a piano set off to the side next to the counter.
"What's with the piano?" FredWeird asked.
"Spence thinks he can teach himself how to play." Carly rolled her eyes, and Freddie made noise of 'Ah.' "Dylan can play though, can't you sweetie?" Sweetie? Really Carly?
"Yeah, but it's nothing..." Dylan replied.
"Come on show them!" Carly pleaded with him, clinging on his arm. "Please, for me?" Oh, that infamous line of hers.
"Alright." He sighed, and sat down in front of the piano, while Carly 'yay'ed. Freddork rolled his eyes, and just leaned against Carly's counter. Dylan starts to play, and Freddie stood straight at the sound.
"You don't have to be so scared, you don't have to go tonight, we just need to hold on tonight for one hell of a ride, and we just lost it all just now To the nights that left you out So we'll let this go somehow But you're gonna be proud And I just needed you to pick me up Like you did when we were younger When the lightning and the thunder Had me clinging to your heart For someone -" (A/N: Forever My Father by Go Radio) That's when Freddie tackled him to the ground. They hit the ground with a loud thud, Freddie threw some punches causing Dylan to bleed from his nose, and Dylan kept kicking him in the stomach, causing Freddie to bleed from the mouth.
"Freddie! Stop it!" Carly yelled trying to pull him off. "Sam! Help me!" She yelled at me. They continued at though, Freddie punched him in the eye, probably giving him a good shiner. I stepped in, pulling Freddie off.
"Bastard!" Freddie yelled at him, after spitting out some blood.
"What the Fuck? You attacked me, you fucking stupid Benson!" Dylan yelled back, I felt Freddie tug from my hold, to keep him from attacking Dylan again.
"Oh come on, you jealous little prick! You've hated me the day we entered high school, you fuckin' ass." Freddiffer isn't pissed this time, he's furious, Freddie spit again.
"Me? Jealous, and hateful against you? Why? Your own damn father knew he shouldn't waste his fucking time with you, and your gay friends. So why should I?" Dylan was holding the bridge of his nose to help stop the bleeding.
"Shut the Fuck up, you don't know shit." Freddie kept on tugging at my hold, just so he could punch him again, but then I thought to the thought of his dad, that seemed to tick him off even more, so I let go, plus I'm always in a good mood to see a good fight.
"Sam!" Carly yelled, once she saw FredWeird punch him again in the mouth. Hard. Dylan fell to the ground, he held his mouth, stood up and punch Freddie in the face.
"STOP!" Carly yelled. The two boy froze to look over at Carly. "Just Stop okay? Freddie, I need to get out." My mouth flew open, she chose Dylan, Freddiffer was right...Carly...She...Chose Dylan, someone she only dated for two week, over a friend that was there for 3 years now, I think?
"But-"
"Now. Go." Carly said, strictly. FredWeird, turned around, gave me look that said 'Told You So', and continued, I didn't turn to see him leave, no I was to busy watching Carly baby Dylan, saying 'Sorry Freddie was a jerk.' or 'I won't let this happen again.'
I looked at Carly, with a look of complete and utter...betrayal...
Sorry! I know it took my forever to update. I feel ashamed, I guess I was in a slump? I just didn't have no emotion into writing this, until now! So, the first chapter of the interesting DRAMA. I hope it was good fight scene I wrote. It seemed so much cooler in my head now that I think about it...oh well! Review!
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